The Spacetime Management Bureau is the most famous new organization established in the new era of the Primordial Continent.
—Everyone here is actually from the classic fantasy genre, but Ms. Adang suggested that we should adapt to the times.
It was only under her strong insistence that a modern name like "General Administration of Time and Space Management" was created.
According to the original ideas of those saints and deities, they intended to call them something like "Twelve Yuan Chen" or "Four Duty Officers"...
The prehistoric history is long. After several great calamities, such as the Dragon and Phoenix, the Lich and Demon, and the Investiture of the Gods, the entire prehistoric world was almost crushed, and countless races were nearly wiped out.
The surviving gods and saints could not bear it, so they used the Breath of Earth to create three thousand small worlds outside the primordial wilderness, so that all species could live there.
Between these three thousand worlds, there are interface barriers that separate and seal them.
Back then, when Adam's master died in battle, she was filled with grief and indignation. While the big shots from all walks of life were still reeling from the great war, she secretly sneaked into the Three Thousand Worlds in an attempt to resurrect her master.
She did succeed, but the resurrection of the Sage has had far-reaching consequences! The barriers of the three thousand worlds have been shattered, and all that was out of control has fallen into chaos…
Even after those saints and venerable ones were forced to take action and exhausted all their strength to repair the seal, the seal still loosened once every thousand years.
The Time Management Bureau was established to manage these seals.
The bug of the seal being loose has been targeted by many top players since it was discovered.
The Great War destroyed too many races.
Those who survived, besides the countless ordinary humans and demons who were too numerous to be wiped out, were the saints who stood at the highest peak.
In the homes of saints, who doesn't have a loved one whose soul has been scattered to the winds?
Whenever the seal weakens, the saints try every means to stuff the system into the Time Management Bureau and ask it to take the taskers to do the task.
Some of the mission takers are actually clones of powerful figures, tasked with collecting the souls of their loved ones to resurrect them, such as the director, "Adam Girl";
Some of the task participants are genuinely innocent; they were just people randomly grabbed by powerful figures and tricked into entering the small world to fix bugs, like the task participant 888.
There is another type of mission taker, who is the most special. They are actually a wisp of the soul of a dead person that the big boss has painstakingly preserved.
After traversing countless worlds she has experienced and collecting them time and again, her soul will be slowly repaired until it reaches a level where it can be resurrected.
For example, the BOSS who created it.
666 sighed sadly, hesitating to speak.
Actually, whether it's the task taker like Director Adang or the task taker in charge of 888, they're all fine.
What's most troublesome is its boss—who, relying on his high status, arbitrarily adds drama to his own life.
His identity and persona were all created by himself!
He didn't want to miss the girl while she was on a mission, so he was willing to seal his memories, put on a disguise, and follow her into the mission world to flirt with her and win her over...
666 is about to cry again.
It's just an innocent, weak, and naive newbie system! Its BOSS master forces it to forcibly input the scripts it wrote into the mission world, and the mission participants it signed with maliciously use all sorts of tricks to bully it...
Oh, I have no words to express my suffering!
666 wiped away her tears, said goodbye to 888, and returned to the mission world, sobbing uncontrollably.
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Half a month has already passed within the mission period.
The snow-capped mountain was quite large, but there were many soldiers from the prefecture who came. They even recruited many villagers who were familiar with the mountain to come up the mountain with them. Half a month was enough time for them to thoroughly search the entire mountain.
When the villagers returned, full of complaints, the government troops didn't even enter the village; they left immediately.
"I finally got to rest during the holidays, but they conscripted me to go up the mountain. Forget about the pay, I'll be half dead after this trip! Qingzhai, can you give me a prescription? I feel terrible all over right now."
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